A what? [ Her only context for manga is the shirt she's owned since around the time of her arrival, sorry Rinne. ]

Look, don't worry about it. [ Nami shakes her head and looks past him as she tilts her chin up in the direction of the corridor behind him, regretting her words and hoping he takes her up on her offer to go his way while she goes hers (to drink, and cry probably, shh). ] You're free from ball boy duty, or whatever, that's what matters, right? I'm not asking you to hang out with me to thank me.